"Certainly!" Dweedletoes heads off to use the privy whilst actually preparing the quickest and stealthiest route to pickpocket one of the Black Bears. "Hmmm... which one makes the best target?" Dweedletoes looks over the entire group. Who does he think will make the easiest target and provide the best reward for his sleight of hand experiment?

"What, and you all had been telling me not to cause trouble!" Vlad chuckles, "But truly, your earlier advice could not have been more sound, there is nothing to be gained but bruises for poking the bear, especially in their current state, and ours. Still.. I like your thinking." Vlad's chair squeaks as he stands up, unsteadily holding on to the table while attempting to be subtle, "Wooo..."

He takes a slow breath, "Tomorrow. Yes, plans made after drinks are never to be the soundest. I'll meet you all here tomorrow."

As Vlad sits back down again, it seems as if Dweedletoes is ready to spend his recently acquired coin already - not that four coppers and half a bronze is going to get much. Dweedletoes makes a big show of calling over a serving lad, who seemed to be on his way towards you anyway. As the lad changes his direction, there is a growl from the Black Bears - "You! Squirt! The boy was coming to take MY order!"

The over-muscled hulk of a man, a sour look on his face, grabs the lad as he approaches Dweedletoes. Holding him by the scruff of his neck, he rumbles menacingly, “Where d'ya think you’re going, worm?”

The big man, serving lad currently in hand but dragging him backwards, is up and out his chair. With a sweep of his free hand, he swipes food and drink over you, covering a couple of his own group in the process. The man with the eye-patch barks, “Grunt, no!” but it is too late. The others clench their fists and move towards you!

Of course, your instinct is to reach for your weapon. But Fin Starling runs a tight inn, and all weapons are expected to be stored behind the bar, locked away.

Grunt, however, has dispensed with the serving lad and now has a chair in hand, grasping it by one of the front legs. He's approaching Dweedletoes with a look on his face that suggests he is much keener about this than he ought to be!

For a man who has been drinking steadily for the whole time you've been in the inn, Grunt seems incredibly agile as he approaches. The man in black robes, with a tonsure haircut and a holy symbol hanging around his neck, grasps the symbol and places a hand on Grunt's shoulder as the big man brushes by him; Grunt seems to swell in front of you, visibly more physically impressive.

The man with the eye-patch stands, grabs the few remaining pieces of cutlery and takes a step back. The petite and vivacious young woman wearing tight black leather knee high boots positions herself behind Grunt and recites a few words. You can't be sure, but a new noise can be heard over the rising sound of the inn crowd .

ANOTHER ROLL FROM EVERY ONE PLEASE, THIS TIME A LISTEN ROLL.

Finally, the skinny woman with long jet black hair, also dressed all in black with a rapier sheath at her side, grabs a couple of plates and moves back a little from the table.

At the bar and around the edges of the inn, the noise from the other drinkers increases a little, and discussions sound a tad more heated.

*What are you guys using for die rolls? I'm not very familiar with the Paizo forum PbP settings or tools.*

Dweedletoes ducks under the table and attempts to move from table to table remaining hidden until he is behind the Black Bears. He will move in and prepare to back-stab, but only if necessary. If the combat in this tavern has thus far been non-lethal Dweedletoes will not be the first one to draw blood or kill anyone. He is a happy-go-lucky halfling after all and still holds great respect for life (even in the form of lumbering ignorant brutes.)

What I would like from all of you is a list of twenty six d20 rolls, just as they come. Call them A,B,C and so on. Sometimes I will need to keep something to one side unless you succeed - a listen or spot usually - and I quite like the "oh, Vlad, by the way, you see something in the dark corner..." and have it as a pleasant surprise.

Ok, as written before, the clerical-looking Black Bear mutters a few words and slaps the big man, Grunt on the back. grunt visibly swells in front of you, his muscles bulging even further from his hide armour. He grabs a chair and bellows in rage - surely he's not increasing in size and strength - and swings it at Vlad!

He's obviously done this before - the crashing sound of the flimsy furniture coming down onto Vlad's skull, shattering into a thousand pieces and sending them everywhere isn't pretty. A wound appears down the right side of Vlad's head, blood flying out after the pieces of chair. everyone to the right of Vlad is sprayed with this gore.

However, Vlad has taken the force of the blow, as he intended and, with his head ringing from too much ale and now this blow, retaliates!

"What's that scratching sound?" Vlad staggers back onto the table, more off balance from his drink than from the actual force of the blow. It was just a chair, after all.

"Arrogant Bastard" Vlad says, grabbing his own chair, and bringing it around in counterattack. But, it wasn't his lovely, wonderful sword, it too, was a chair. Really, it was just more of an excuse to break something and blame it on the bears, otherwise, he would have just plowed right into the grunting hulk in front of him.

Vlad strikes out with a grabbed chair and brings it down onto the menacing Grunt. Most of it breaks over his outstretched arm, but he is showered by sharp pieces of of wood and is clearly hurt by them.

The woman with the rapier sheath glances at you all and hurls the plates at Dweedletoes; the wooden platters catch him squarely on the side of the head as he goes to duck under the table and the woman ducks down too, looking to see where he has gone.

The other woman, standing behind Grunt, points at Sigismund and says a few words. A barely perceptible wave of energy rapidly flows towards his face an, at the last moment before striking the bridge of his nose, bursts into a bright flash of fire and light - A FORTITUDE save please Sigismund. If you succeed, you can cast your spell.

Sigismund, you momentarily feel as if your retinas are on fire, but manage to quickly blink out the sensation. With just one or two spots of flaring light still dancing in front of you, you cast your spell towards Grunt!

"Vlad, Dweedle, Jerges may I be so bold to make a suggestion? Let's end this fight with these barbaric heathens and save face before things get ugly." Sigismund says as he turns to see Grunt halt in place.

"Sorry Sigs! By END THIS FIGHT I thought you meant give these sloppy hooselwaddles a run for their coin purses!" Dweedletoes continues bashing the foul wench over the head with a full flagon of the Thirsty Serpent's finest.